The Crow and The Pigeon

"Are we The Crow or The Pigeon?"

As the clock strikes ten, in my usual Monday blues, I have my morning rush to Romantic and Victorian class - a usual routine. The class starts at 10, yet there I am in my room, still packing up my things hastily. As soon as I'm done, I'm off to class.

I take the usual road, the same path every single day, and everything is the same - the day is fresh, the sun laid bare, cats in Mahallah Farouq having their regular yoga stretch, crossing the road seems fun, the busy ECONS Cafeteria and busy human, all in all, everything is the same as usual.

Then, I reach the Peace Ground and I look at one place where the pigeons eat in the evening, and they're not there yet. I remembered giving them foods like breadcrumbs, crunchy oats, sugary buns and other kinds of bread. The pigeons, although in groups, are very insecure. I can only give them foods but never have the chance to pet them, or at least play with them. It has been a while since I last feed them and I could have stopped for a while and give them some. But I was late and I guess they're still sleeping. No pigeons in the morning.

As I pass by the ground and The Grill Cafe, at the compound in front of the library, there I see, an unusual sight. Honestly, it is pretty unusual to see a kid playing with one crow. While her father looks at her from a distance, the kid poses funny actions and the bird watches her as if she was entertaining her and the crow stays to watch. I am still looking while taking my steps slowly as much as I can so these eyes can see that memorable sight.

As I walk away, I can not help myself. So, I turn 360 degrees to take a last glimpse of them playing together. Bless by God, I capture the best moment then. The kid takes her head closer to the head of the crow and almost kiss it. The Crow, surprisingly, stays and tilts its head, just like Toothless tilts his head to Hiccup to honour their friendship. It is spontaneous, cute and adorable, yet in my truest sense - honest and loyal.

I hope I stop at 180 degrees turn but I can't. I wish. So, I walk hastily again to class and I ask myself- why does the crow stay when she has offered nothing valuable but poses of funny actions? Yet, the pigeons fly away from me even though I give them foods?

If I have more time to contemplate this, I would stay in the library and I could write a critical essay. The crow has the same physical abilities like the pigeons - they are birds. They can fly whenever they want as long as their wings allow them to. The pigeons fly away when I feed them breadcrumbs, and the crow stays but the kid feed him nothing!

I have no answers yet. I am still contemplating. How unusual, the crow is.

by AmirullahZul
7.24 pm
Wednesday, 20th April 2016

Gelap

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tanpa sakit, tiada erti yang terlahir

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by AmirullahZul

1.50 am

Sat, 16 April 2016

The Monster Within

Has it come to this point in time
when I vent out all these thoughts
So, let them drive my emotions crazy?

Savage!
I am not a weak mortal.

"Yes, you are.
Caged! Consuming insanity pills
and madness will
take you
in"

Ah, I will not dwell with you again
or if I do, must I come to this point
again and again?

"Yes, you have to.
Released! Throw up
and curse your wills!"

Goodness, forsaken me for once.
I will let you in,
but spare me a sanity tho by a mask,
I will let myself out.

by AmirullahZul
1.05am
Wed, 13 April 2016